The valley of dry bones in Ezekiel 37.
Breathe on These Slain
Breathe on these slain,
Free from sin’s chains.
Raise them to life,
And enjoyment, and pleasure and gain!
Why will ye die?
God’s prophet did cry,
God longs to save thee
And raise thee to glory on high!
Breathe on these slain,
Cleanse from sin’s stains.
Suffering with Jesus,
With Him we forever shall reign!
Why will ye die?
Ezekiel did cry.
Live for the Saviour,
In Heaven, He’ll answer the whys!
Danielle Patenaude
Acts 17:28
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